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Post by GrimalKins on Aug 26, 2009 23:59:28 GMT -5
As First Aid emerged from the passage, into an alley way that was barely wide enough for his alt mode to fit, any minor hopes he may have had about a slightly less forbidding setting than before were summarily dashed.
This was...possibly the darkest city he had ever seen, and that was saying a lot, considering how ravaged some of the cities on Cybertron were. He cautiously drove out of the alley, making sure not to scrape along the sides, and when he was on the road he could safely say he was in a city on Earth. ...From Iacon on Cybertron, to that stone place, to a city on Earth. What in the Pit was going on?
He drove slowly, taking in everything, and probably looking more than a bit out of place. Occasionally, he passed someone on the side of the road that was pretty easily assumed homeless. He...wanted to help. Somehow. But he couldn't really do anything. After all, he had never been to this city before, and whether or not the existence of giant robots was known here, First Aid was still unsure. So he couldn't go risking things willy-nilly.
Primus hated him.
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Post by Seaheart on Aug 27, 2009 0:31:22 GMT -5
The Joker meandered along the sidewalk in his usual white button-up, topped by a purple vest and wrinkled, matching color suit. He was also wearing a mafioso style fedora, giving him the appearance of some straggly street performer. This kept him fairly unnoticed from most of the citizens in the streets and ravaged bum in the dank alleyways. Whole fucking city was ravaged, but that didn't stop people from partying their politically corrupt asses off, blinding themselves to the dark truth and filth this city was filled with by the sight of thousands of neon dance lights and advertisements. Joker thought this to himself, slighly cackling to himself, murmuring "I wouldn't be in the business I am if it was any other way."
As Joker shuffled down the street, he noticed little traffic going by, and a roving, seemingly purposeless ambulance just didn't fit into the scene. They were supposed to constantly be rushing around, hauling meatsack after meatsack from Point A to Point B, not cruising, perusing over the streets. Joker callously walked up to the ambulance, despite the fact it was still moving forward, offering a slight risk of knocking the wind out of him if it bumped his stomach.
This didn't stop him from walking in front of the ambulatory vehicle, inspecting it slightly, kicking at the bumpers and front wheels, finally stepping up to driver's door. He tiptoed oh so carefully, checking for a driver. Zilch. "This must be a joke, right?" The Harlequin of Hate muttered to himself..... or did he? Without warning, he smashed the glass of the front window, dousing his white performer's glove in blood, not even bothering to check if he could have simply opened the door. That would have been too easy and painless.
He quickly hauled himself in, his lithe figure easily sliding through the window, knocking off any pieces of loose glass there may have been. He settled himself in the front seat, setting his fedora on the seat adjacent to his, fasteing the buckle around it. "Wouldn't want my baby flying out the window." He snorted to himself. He peered back behind him, realization of how oversized this hunk of metal was. "What in blazing aces is this thing? Better yet, how fast can you go?!" Curiosity of what type of ambulance this was and where it came from soon vanqished, The Joker's boggle became that of just what type of chaos a fender bender this truck could cause. He viciously gripped the wall, cackling again, about to pump down on the acceleration.
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Post by GrimalKins on Aug 27, 2009 0:53:17 GMT -5
As his window was smashed, First Aid's radio gave a brief burst of static, mostly from surprise, though vaguely from minor pain. How...how in the Pit did he just let some break in? Worse than that, this person sent every (metaphorical) 'bad mojo' sensor in his head screaming on full alert. This guy weirded him out, to put it mildly, and he was assuming it was for a very good reason.
At the mention of, for lack of a better term, joyride, First Aid's brakes slammed on and he stopped. It was a bit of a bump, but considering how slowly he had been going, it was hardly noticeable.
How...what...how had he just let someone break in? Who the frag was this guy? Where was this place? What was going on? ...Confused and freaked out did not begin to cover it, at all. Nor did 'dear Primus, where are my brothers, where's Wheeljack?' After all, he would readily admit he was not quite capable of handling emergency situations outside of the med bay.
He kept his brakes locked. He had no idea what was going on, but this person was not taking him anywhere if he had anything to do about it.
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Post by Seaheart on Aug 31, 2009 2:50:28 GMT -5
"You're a feisty soon to be clown car, aren't you?"
The Joker said this to himself as he started to reach down for the brake pedal. The feisty vehicle had stopped itself somehow. Maybe it was some new, overpriced, top of the consumeristic product food chain, smart ambulances. Hell if he still wouldn't make it his bitch. Now, The Joker, despite coming off as a seeminly insane, deranged loony, is an intelligent person, and what most would call 'street-smart'; both those terms being an understatement to his underlying ingenuity. He could have probably re-wired the vehicle and overridden the brake mechanism entirely without leaving a mark or scratch, he probably wan't going to use it. But that required time, which required patience, and he wasn't in much of a patient mood. So instead, he preceded to start viciously tearing off the brake pedal, along with any sort of wiring or doo-dads that would aid in the process of STOPPING or SLOWING DOWN this vehicle. How absurd.
Vandalistic state as he might have been, Joker couldn't help but wonder how it really did manage to automatically brake itself without any seeming command. Maybe one of Batman's toy cars could pull off such an annoying feat, but this didn't have the universal Batman logo on it, nor a drab, black paintjob. On the other hand, there was no way this ambulance belonged to any city hospital either, or at least someone never really got around to the logo. Besides, taxes went into corrupt politicians' wallets and new toys for the police departents,in hopes they would help clean the streets. The increasing sounds of gunshots, sirens, and screams were a testament to how misplaced those hopes were. In any case, big cash didn't go into ambulances like these, and unless some obsessive Christian housewife sold a thousand pounds of fundraiser cookies, this vehicle did not originate from Gotham. And if possible reports of universal openings were true then, well..... not of this universe.
In either case, whatever this hunk of metal's origin, it didn't matter as of now, and perhaps reveal itself in time anyway. Everything happened very quickly in Gotham, most likely by sunrise if Joker had to assume. Joker, for the second, and hopefully last time tonight, put his foot down on the accelerator, attempting to blow the definition 'pedal to the metal' away, and replace it with.....
"Pedal till the metal..... screeches!"
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Post by GrimalKins on Sept 5, 2009 16:02:27 GMT -5
The ambulance’s engine gave what could be construed as a quite literal growl, and…refused to move. After all, he took the form of an ambulance, but that in no way meant he had the same internal workings. The pedals were more of a secondary system in case he couldn’t drive himself (not to say he was pleased about any of the ripping and tearing, but the guy—assuming he was a human—would be hard pressed to tear off anything actually important).
The man currently attempting to drive him was insane. That much was pretty obvious by now. However, how to go about solving the predicament was still a bit hazy. After all, insane and probably not a good Samaritan were not justifiable reasons for killing in First Aid’s book, and if he transformed while the whack job was still inside…it would make a very large, bloody mess and that was just a flat no.
So, really, there wasn’t much he could do until whoever this guy was got out.
First Aid supposed he could say something, and static briefly trickled over his radio as he considered it, but ceased quickly when he decided it probably wasn’t the greatest idea. Odds are there wasn’t much he could say to make the situation better, anyway.
For the moment, thoughts of figuring out where he was and how he had gotten here ceased, pushed onto the back burner in favor of figuring out how to remedy the current situation, which kind of sucked major slag.
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Post by Metal Menace or The Girl Robin on Sept 7, 2009 7:22:23 GMT -5
Carrie had been creeping around Gotham's rooftops, and that buzzing in her brain told her she had done something super-billy - she'd gone back in time! Sure, she'd taken out some random mugger, but that really didn't seem like it was all that big a deal. She was Robin, it was Gotham. Ergo, muggers are history city. That was when she saw the nutzo ambulance that was struggling not to go anywhere. She swooped down and her breath caught. It was the Joker - but he was...wait. He was dead in her time. He could be alive here, even if it was the same one. But if she did the only right thing, Jason Todd would never get pulped, and she'd never become Robin - which would cause a friggin' paradox.
And worse yet - any version of Bruce would come down on her like a ton of bricks!
So she needed to come up with a plan that would disable him, but not kill him. Okay, think, Robin, think! What would Bruce do here? How would he take out the Joker? An image of flashing fists, of a Tunnel of Love not yet built, and of Ellen Yindel filled her mind. She stopped and thought again, still out of his sight, then reached into her utility belt and withdrew a nerve gas ampoule, throwing it so that it would shatter inside the cab of the Ambulance as she circled around carefully to figure out a more in-depth plan.
Composure, don't go total lack of - you can do this, Robin! He's as inexperienced as Bruce is, which means you probably have the drop on him. You can beat him. Today
She kept trying to convince herself, but it wasn't working.
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